Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.